Chapter 356 – The Soviet Union’s Lifelong Enemy

Isn’t this forcing me to sell my country? Alan Wilson asked himself, he out of a piece of loyalty to the British Empire, suggested not to be cheated by the Soviets, must get more benefits from the Soviet Union, the results of this hot potato fell on their own?

Alan Wilson heart sad, sometimes love of country are so difficult to love, now very much a kind of I love Great Britain, Great Britain does not love me vestigial feeling, what is wrong with him?

Just want to remind not to be pitched by the Soviet Union, the result is that he has only returned to London, he has to negotiate with the Soviets.

Murder and arson gold belt, Cambridge five proper Soviet spies now a good, he so for the country work, but ended up so? The contrast was depressing.

“Temporary assignment?” Alan Wilson was still fighting for favorable conditions at the end, asking George Milton, is it this thing last night, he can do anything at that time?

“Making you Undersecretary is also for motivational reasons.” George Milton thought for a moment and said, “Try to fight for the interests of the British Empire, not to cheapen the Soviets, this is what you said.”

“That’s of course.” Alan Wilson nodded solemnly, “But where is the place of negotiation?”

“That place is familiar to you, Berlin, the capital of Germany.” George Milton took out the information from the engine’s previous negotiations and said, “I hope that you will be able to remember the Glorious Era, the mature diplomacy of the British Empire, and achieve admirable results.”

“I’ll try.” Alan Wilson bristled, a face of no confidence, the key is that the Cabinet also hopes to be able to negotiate, can make money from the Soviet Union. If the cabinet didn’t have this expectation, he would have just stirred things up by directly proposing conditions that the Soviet Union couldn’t possibly agree to.

At the evening Whitehall civil service reception, Alan Wilson pinched his glass and complained, “What do you say, Philby? I don’t think the Soviet Union can be trusted, and to be honest I’d really like to spoil the deal, the Soviets will never want the engines, at least never in my hands, and I can’t allow that to happen.”

“Oh, poor Alan.” Philby inquired without moving to open his mouth in consolation, “But it seems that the Cabinet is rather looking forward to it.”

“That’s exactly what bothers me, the Foreign Office is full of senior diplomats and yet I’m being asked to go, which is a clear disregard for General Mountbatten.” Alan Wilson drunkenly lifted his father-in-law out of the air, with words that sounded like he was going to sue General Mountbatten when he got back.

“Oh, that will be a scene to look forward to.” Philby dripped as he coped with the drunken man in front of him, not without contempt in his heart.

Ever since being directed by the major Hollywood movie queens, especially the silent movie queen Greta Garbo.

Alan Wilson’s double-faced life has made great progress, this time is different from the past, even Philby can’t see the cracks.

“I’ll write a plan, since it’s a matter of national interest, it shouldn’t be too much to let the country get some benefits. If the Soviet Union doesn’t agree, this deal naturally won’t work.” Alan Wilson smiled with a drunken smile and said in a mysterious tone, “The responsibility for complicating a simple matter is not mine.”

At this moment as at another, the life of a Cabinet head is not much different from that of an ordinary civil servant, except that Norman Brooke, with few guests on his side of the table, poured out a glass for Edward Bridges, “Little Allen doesn’t seem to be particularly satisfied with his work yet, and wants to break free of the Foreign Office whirlpool, so says George.”

“Maybe the fish in the river wants to break free from the river sometimes, but can it do it?” Edward Bridges took over the glass of wine, gently sip said, “always go to the colony to work, the vision is not long enough, which colonial officials can be like you and me? Long-sighted in order to even beyond.”

“But you also know that now Little Allen is the Vice King’s son-in-law. We have to be methodical in our work.” Norman Brooke offered a hypothetical, “What if he really isn’t interested in diplomacy?”

“Then add diplomacy to some of the administrative work.” Edward Bridges said with a mysterious face, “If he can’t handle the administrative work, it proves that he has no talent in administrative work, and he’ll be honest in diplomatic work in the future, and it’ll be good for him that a backwoods civil servant needs a certain amount of sharpening.”

“There’s such a place?” Norman Brooke leaned forward, how could he not remember that there was such a place for the best of both worlds? The ability to do both administrative work and diplomatic work.

“There is!” Edward Bridges whispered with a smug look on his face, solving Norman Brooke’s confusion.

Oh …… a moment later, the two men s side let out a cacophony of laughter, and for a while the narrow booth was filled with laughter.

If Allen Wilson is still not willing to do diplomatic work, then at that time the two will be assigned to a place where it is not easy to do administrative work, so that he can release his talents, so as to prove with practical actions, or diplomatic work is more suitable.

Alan Wilson of course is not willing to do diplomatic work, who would choose a downhill country to do diplomatic work, the peak of the British Empire, a water ship artillery diplomacy, diplomacy classic operation countless, and has a glorious years compared to the predecessors, Alan Wilson is not to reflect their own incompetence?

Of course, he can utilize his knowledge of history to make Britain more profitable, but the citizens will only be compared to the peak era of the British Empire, how can they understand the current hardship?

Citizens want the country to be as tough as possible, but the Foreign Office does the opposite and is always accused of being weak. How could he be willing to go there when he was not understood even though he had not done much?

But despite his reluctance, he had to go, because he had once claimed that the Soviet Union was nothing more than that. If he is directly in the diplomatic field by the Soviet Union to play the dust, his previous statements will become a joke.

Those who kill must be killed, it’s okay to key politics, and eventually Allen Wilson was loaded with the same rhetoric from his former self.

“There will never be a third time.” Allen Wilson writes furiously, formulating plans to join, mouthing the words that he will not fall three times in one pit.

The first time was actually the anti-Tito people in Yugoslavia, whom he rescued.

As a result, those who were destined to die in World War II, shifted to become survivors, in Northern Rhodesia killing spree, that is, Africa’s landlocked news easily blocked, even the United States have no air concern, coupled with those survivors in the Balkans is to do this, is indeed a professional, only to be thrilled to the past.

If it were the sixties when Africa had been reduced to a battlefield for the United States and the Soviet Union, this was absolutely impossible to hide.

Since the Cabinet expected a deal to be struck and a fortune to be made on the Soviets, Allen Wilson played it big.

Add the tin mines and rubber industry in British Malaya to the mix and demand that the Soviets concede on the issue. At the same time to bite the bullet on the first order quantity of three hundred engines, and to pay in full.

That way there was something to talk about, and three hundred engines was the bottom line, otherwise he’d rather the deal didn’t reach fruition.

“I’m exhausted today, let my sister accompany me to register the exploration company.” Pamela Mountbatten pushed her way in, and it was true at all, the two were living together in Alan Wilson’s home. Parents are still spending time in British India, sister is already married, Pamela Mountbatten can’t live by herself, the big city alone is strange and pathetic.

As for the Wilson family before the iron box, have been properly stored, if Pamela Mountbatten really see with their own eyes, may be associated with this man first left British India when carrying a large number of iron box. Now the iron chests were nowhere to be seen, but a large number of Indian books lay on the shelves.

Alan Wilson put down his pen and gave his fiancée a kiss for her hard work, then asked, “It went well.”

“Well, at least it went much faster than normal.” Pamela Mountbatten invited credit, “My father’s relationship with the Trade Minister is okay, and although he’s from the Labor Party, my father’s friends aren’t limited to among the Conservatives. My mother actually knew, and had a little more contact than my father. So this was done in a day. As you said, it’s called the Mountbatten Exploration Company, and its business is mineral and oil exploration work.”

“Isn’t that good.” Alan Wilson not stingy praise, the name of the company is not resistant, can not be called Wilson Exploration Company, he will have to mix in the civil service system later.

Wife do business this thing normal, and the Mountbatten family was originally rich, he a civil servant personally do business can not? I want all of it sounds is domineering, but in the UK can not be so direct.

“This is the first step, you can contact some noble friends, collect a little symbolic fee into the shares.” Listening to Pamela Mountbatten’s words, Alan Wilson nodded his head in satisfaction and guided, “I believe they will agree.”

After two world wars, the British aristocracy was now relying on him, a civil servant, to save them.

It was quite ironic to say, but it had to be done, the group of civil servants was ultimately out of their depth against politicians, and in case they ran into a politician like Margaret Thatcher who didn’t follow the rules, it was still a troublesome thing.

The hostess came back, Alan Wilson will first put down the work, annoyance will also have to say, the main mention of their own upgraded into the Deputy Secretary General, has been considered a middle and high level of civil servants, let Pamela happy happy.

“But I see you just seemed not very happy?” Pamela Mountbatten, who had likewise come into the kitchen to work with Alan Wilson, asked about what was going on.

“I’m going to take on the Soviets.” Alan Wilson said in a confident tone with his head held high.

While the look was encouraging, it was also true that there was no bottom at all in his heart, but he was sure that the Soviets were even less sure than he was. In the matter of the engine, it should be the Soviet Union begging Britain, not the other way around.